Chapter 5 - Welcomed but not accepted

I ran towards the building as my legs launched themselves over the crevasse between the path and the cabin. 

As I landed on the soil, I felt the ground give out beneath me.

My body hit the dirt as I slipped into the ravine surrounding the cabin, burying my fingers into the earth as I tried to pull myself up. 

A fight with Life and Death, I desperately clung to Life as Death tried to drag me to his realm, she was my only hope, if I let go of her I would perish without having been able to truly leave my impact. 

A sudden, hateful thought ran through my head. All those bastards who called themselves my boss', they would be laughing their ass' off if they saw me struggling here. 

I let go of Life's hems and instead grabbed the feasible, solid post of the mailbox. 

After dragging myself out of the crevasse I simply lay there for a while, contemplating the near death experience I just had. 

I looked up at the cabin, now much closer than it had been previously. When I was on the path leading to here it appeared to be a tiny, one room cabin. However, now it loomed over me like a dragon looking at prey. 

I looked towards the mailbox I had previously used as my anchor. Its post was covered with mold and was falling apart, but the box on top of it was completely pristine. 

I carefully opened the mailbox, expecting a terrifying entity to be within.

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However there was nothing inside it. Not a monster nor even a junk letter.

Walking to the porch, I spotted a shadow dart somewhere under the cabin. However I did not follow. Perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on my mind, being in a place which not even sound was present in must have gotten to my head.

The door lay right in front of me now, I rose up my hand to knock on it, but before I could even touch the mahogany, the door swung open. 

"I guess this means I'm welcome inside then."

The door swung shut the moment both my feet were past the threshold. Only then did I take in the inside of the house. It definitely did not match the outside; however it was not bigger nor smaller than the outside, but was instead longer. 

A single room stretching as far as the eye could see, a ceiling incredibly high and steep, giant windows aligning the lengthy room, and the main piece of the place, the table which stretched just as far as the room.

Walking to the table I see a single chair placed at the head of it, on the table itself was a simple food which, on Earth, was one of my favorites.

A Garlic Bread Grilled Cheese Sandwich.

I pulled out the chair and took a seat. 

Carefully, I lifted up the sandwich and took a bite.